she meant by action, so he nodded.
“Ya came to the right place,” She winked and then she walked to him, doing something that took Roy by surprise. She reached for his penis, cupping it in her hands though his jeans. “Like that?”
Of course he liked his male anatomy. It provided him with the chance to relive the bladder pressure.
“Do you know what this thing can do?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Roy asked.
“You know, this bad boy can do a lot of work when it’s … standing at attention.”
Roy blinked. “Attention?”
Josephine raised a bony finger upwards.
Roy understood, “Yes, I suppose.”
“Know how that happens?” she winked.
Roy smiled. “Yes. It starts with the brain. A message from the brain causes the relaxation of the corpora cavernosa muscles. This allows blood to flow in and fill the open spaces. The blood then creates a pressure in the corpora cavernosa, making the penis expand. The tunica albuginea trap the blood in the corpora cavernosa, this is how the erection is sustained. But as I said, it begins with the brain. A thought, usually, fantasy; mainly an arousing visual can start the process.”
“An arousing visual, huh?” At that moment she ripped open her blouse exposing her breasts. “How’s that for arousing?”
Roy ran.
That night he ran.
He had later learned through rumors that the wicked old woman was telling people he had used his erection on her.
The thought of that disturbed him.
And there he was face to face with her again in the early morning hours of Beginnings.
She raised her hand high, stumbling drunk, and yelled out, “Wanna fool around.”
Games or no games, he wasn’t going to fall for her Tom Foolery.
So he spun on his heels and took a different route. The Fonz wouldn’t allow himself to be in that position. Roy felt like the Fonz with her and the effect he seemed to have on Josephine.
But no sooner did he turn, there stood Dan from Security.
“You are out and about early,” Dan said.
“Running?”
“Running?” Roy asked.
“Getting in shape?”
“Actually, my body is in top physical shape for its age and weight. Should I begin running, I could burn off more calories than needed; therefore I wouldn’t sustain the desired weight needed to make my body healthy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dan asked. “Wow. OK. See ya.”
He left.
Roy was relieved.
Just as he made it to the tunnel area he saw Henry.
Immediately he wondered if anyone slept in Beginnings.
But he couldn’t remember his name. Was it Henry? Danny. Roy made the mistake, he thought he was cordial to just nod an acknowledgement when passing someone. Keeping his head slightly down, hands in his pockets, he merely gave a nod, and a, ‘hey’.
“So, are you being a dick or what?” Henry asked, stopping in the tunnel.
Roy turned around. “Why would I change my name?”
“I’m not talking about your name. I’m talking about your attitude.”
“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you never do anything wrong.”
“Thank you.”
Henry shook his head. “Man.”
“Yes.” Roy smiled. “Man.” He pointed to Henry. “See ya, Danny.” He turned back around.
“Henry,” Henry corrected. “My name is Henry.”
“I’m ... I’m sorry. In this light you look alike.”
Henry gasped. “That was like the worst racist remark you ever made. Next time you need a favor, don’t come to me.”
“I won’t.”
Whatever was said, or however he took it, Henry stormed off.
Roy finished his mission, but not without a bad case of nerves. He returned to the trailer before dawn, and huddled in a corner. Taking solace in being alone
Solace. Isolation. Seclusion. That was Roy’s way of life, and the way he preferred to live. He just wanted to get back to the future.
If he couldn’t get back, there was always Wisconsin. He dreamed of going to Wisconsin. A place he firmly believed was untouched by plague or war. At least in his mind, anyplace was less stressful than
“Ya came to the right place,” She winked and then she walked to him, doing something that took Roy by surprise. She reached for his penis, cupping it in her hands though his jeans. “Like that?”
Of course he liked his male anatomy. It provided him with the chance to relive the bladder pressure.
“Do you know what this thing can do?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Roy asked.
“You know, this bad boy can do a lot of work when it’s … standing at attention.”
Roy blinked. “Attention?”
Josephine raised a bony finger upwards.
Roy understood, “Yes, I suppose.”
“Know how that happens?” she winked.
Roy smiled. “Yes. It starts with the brain. A message from the brain causes the relaxation of the corpora cavernosa muscles. This allows blood to flow in and fill the open spaces. The blood then creates a pressure in the corpora cavernosa, making the penis expand. The tunica albuginea trap the blood in the corpora cavernosa, this is how the erection is sustained. But as I said, it begins with the brain. A thought, usually, fantasy; mainly an arousing visual can start the process.”
“An arousing visual, huh?” At that moment she ripped open her blouse exposing her breasts. “How’s that for arousing?”
Roy ran.
That night he ran.
He had later learned through rumors that the wicked old woman was telling people he had used his erection on her.
The thought of that disturbed him.
And there he was face to face with her again in the early morning hours of Beginnings.
She raised her hand high, stumbling drunk, and yelled out, “Wanna fool around.”
Games or no games, he wasn’t going to fall for her Tom Foolery.
So he spun on his heels and took a different route. The Fonz wouldn’t allow himself to be in that position. Roy felt like the Fonz with her and the effect he seemed to have on Josephine.
But no sooner did he turn, there stood Dan from Security.
“You are out and about early,” Dan said.
“Running?”
“Running?” Roy asked.
“Getting in shape?”
“Actually, my body is in top physical shape for its age and weight. Should I begin running, I could burn off more calories than needed; therefore I wouldn’t sustain the desired weight needed to make my body healthy.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dan asked. “Wow. OK. See ya.”
He left.
Roy was relieved.
Just as he made it to the tunnel area he saw Henry.
Immediately he wondered if anyone slept in Beginnings.
But he couldn’t remember his name. Was it Henry? Danny. Roy made the mistake, he thought he was cordial to just nod an acknowledgement when passing someone. Keeping his head slightly down, hands in his pockets, he merely gave a nod, and a, ‘hey’.
“So, are you being a dick or what?” Henry asked, stopping in the tunnel.
Roy turned around. “Why would I change my name?”
“I’m not talking about your name. I’m talking about your attitude.”
“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you never do anything wrong.”
“Thank you.”
Henry shook his head. “Man.”
“Yes.” Roy smiled. “Man.” He pointed to Henry. “See ya, Danny.” He turned back around.
“Henry,” Henry corrected. “My name is Henry.”
“I’m ... I’m sorry. In this light you look alike.”
Henry gasped. “That was like the worst racist remark you ever made. Next time you need a favor, don’t come to me.”
“I won’t.”
Whatever was said, or however he took it, Henry stormed off.
Roy finished his mission, but not without a bad case of nerves. He returned to the trailer before dawn, and huddled in a corner. Taking solace in being alone
Solace. Isolation. Seclusion. That was Roy’s way of life, and the way he preferred to live. He just wanted to get back to the future.
If he couldn’t get back, there was always Wisconsin. He dreamed of going to Wisconsin. A place he firmly believed was untouched by plague or war. At least in his mind, anyplace was less stressful than
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